Bloody Trails < Daradasi - Reid >
Posted: 16 Mar 2016, 00:33
<Mora> The tome slipped through her fingertips.
It was his tome.
He had returned it to her.
It collided with the floor of the crypt, clattering against the stone. She looked at it with her moss orbs, before watching her childe vanish from the Crypt. She simply blinked. Watching the area. Turning her eyes to her husband who was resting as he normally did against the alter. She canted her head to the side blonde tresses falling against the shoulder.
She couldn’t understand her feelings. She didn’t know what was going on through her head. The pacifist was conflicted. Should she go after him? Her feet didn’t move instead she did something she didn’t expect. She grabbed Judas’s jacket - threw it around her shoulders. She wore a white nightgown made of the finest silks - like she normally did around the Crypt. Anyone who lived inside the crypt knew this. It was normal attire for the telepath.
She vanished through the fadeportal to the right of the crypt - letting her body tumble through the magical force before her bare feet touched the concrete of Honeymead station. She had one stop in mind, the wilderness. Where the fae lurked deep inside it’s threshold.
<Jacques> Quietly, the muscle-bound Canadian pushed his hands through his hair. Blood coated his hands as they passed through the dirty blonde mass. Most of his night was spent hunting prey through the sewers, cutting through hunters and paladins alike before moving into the mausoleum to dissipate the rotten smell of the sewer before washing up and heading home.
Tonight, a thief set on him as he made his way outside, into the alley. They had taken his wallet, and he had taken their life. It wasn’t unusual these nights, wanton murder. It felt strange sometimes. He pulled the sunglasses from his face, the deeply tinted aviators hiding most of his facial features until they fell free from the hard lines of his face. As he tucked the frames neatly into the neckline of his polo, he tore a corner from the blood bag he had purchased from the shop. The long night had given his hunger an edge, sharp and painful.
He was grateful that his sires had been so thoughtful, to keep a shop supplied in the Crypt. He took a small sip from the bag, letting it wash over his tongue, tasting it, testing it before he upended the bag, draining it. Satisfied, he sighed, and pulled the empty bag from his lips, just in time to see one of Mora’s other creations leave the crypt, vanishing in an instant. He ran his tongue over his lips and grimaced. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. Most times, the rest of the family stayed right here. They rarely left.
He set the bag aside, leaving it on the counter of the shop as he lifted his knife and pushed it into his belt. He saw Rain in her usual place, resting easily against one of the walls in the crypt. He moved to her side, putting his arm around her shoulders to gently shake her awake. “Hey.” He said softly, watching as Mora padded across the crypt to take Judas’s jacket and wrap it around herself. “Hey…” he said more insistently, giving her another shake. “Rain, wake up. I think we might need to talk to…”
She vanished, a whirl of power emanating from the portal as it sucked her in. He sighed. “Her. Look. Mora’s just left, and I think something’s happened. Maybe we should go after her.” He lifted his hand to the portal that she had just passed through. “That one.”
<Rain>
August 8, five years ago
“Get up, *****. The **** you think this is, a five star resort?”
Brushing sleep from her eyes, she twisted on the bed with a wince. She could feel the decaying metal protruding through the thin mat, the sharp edge having embedded in her side sometime turning the night. “**** you,” she snapped, irritation in her sleep laden voice. If she had been more coherent, she would have perhaps thought twice about mouthing off to Big Bertha, but with the cobwebs of a horrible night's sleep clinging to her mind, she threw consequence to the wind. The silence of her cell filled suddenly with a loud creak as the heavy guard through open the door, the wrought iron bars slamming to the far wall with a crash. The sound resounded in her head, but before she had a chance to cover her ears, she was thrown to the floor, her chest hitting the dusty cement. The scent of stale urine filled her nostrils as the guard slammed her knee into her back, her entire weight focused on the middle of her spine.
“The **** was that, *****? You think you’re some tough ****, don’t you? I could ******* kill you right here, whore.”
With the weight of a small elephant pinning her down, she could do nothing but wheeze out a response. There was no words in her defense, and she swore she could feel her lungs threatening to burst. She needed air. The sleep finally faded from her mind as the need to survive kicked in, and with a burst of adrenaline, she slammed her head back, her skull connecting with the guards face. Blood sprayed the walls as the overweight woman fell over, and she breathed in a large gulp of air as she clawed her way to the opposite side of the cell. “Go on a diet, fatass,” she sneered, her blue eyes lifeless as she watched her struggle to stand. Sirens filled the prison, and she heard sheets being thrown back as the inmates rushed to stand for inspection.
They were coming for her - and she didn’t give a ****.
With the remnants of the memory still clinging to her subconscious, her first reaction was to attack. You bitches never learn, she thought groggily as she lashed out, her knuckles connecting with the sharp jaw of her attacker. The second that she felt the warmth of their blood on her skin, she pushed her free hand against their chest - and came to a stop. Instead of filling the soft flesh of one of the female guards, her palm rested against the toned muscles of a man. Instantly awake, she shoved her hand through her hair and pushed from the wall, her eyes narrowing on her boyfriend as the adrenaline ebbed from her system. “****, babe. You know better than that,” she accused as she used the pad of her thumb to wipe the blood from his lip.
Following the direction he was pointing with her tired eyes, she frowned when she counted the fadeportals. “The station. She could be anywhere. What happened?” Even as she spoke, she was already throwing her hoodie on and grabbing her gun. The Uzi seemed so out of place in the hands of the slender blonde, but she didn’t think twice about hooking it over her shoulder as she headed for the portal. “I can probably narrow down her location if she gets too far out of sight, so don’t freak.” Without another word, she entwined their fingers and pulled him through the portal.
<Mora> He had left.
The vampire tucked tresses of blonde behind her ears as she let her bare feet crunch against the blades of grass. She had headed north from the station. She avoided the glances of human and vampire onlookers alike, she simply didn't’ care. There was many people in the crypt. All resting, her family. Daradasi and Reid alike - Mora just wanted to be alone to gather her thoughts to centre herself almost, which was hard to do in a Crypt full of busy bodies. It seemed a lot busier lately thanks to her lovely two additions.
Kayle and Caia. It had been so long since she had fledglings asking her questions - someone to train, it was refreshing. The woman paused, veering off to the left as she entered the wilderness with caution. She knew what resided in the depths of this place. What seemed to hunt vampires with such malice. Mora had no weapons on her. She was unarmed besides her own powers that vibrated and hummed around her. Stretching and caressing her with such power. Mora relied on them to protect her, and after all with what was going on in the woman’s mind. Did she want to protect herself?
Her skin was littered in an array of relics that she liked to keep on her person at all times. Her wedding ring, was her prized possession. She never took it off not even when she bathed. Her armlet of buffering was firmly clasped around her wrist. This relic never let her go hungry. Since she started wearing it - she never felt the hunger. She had only started wearing it after Kaylee’s siring. She never wanted to put herself into that situation again. She kept her titan’s bracelet on her at all times, as well as her alligator tooth that dangled from her neck. Various relics granted her mystical abilities.
Forest green orbs was scanning the area for any plants she could get her hands on. It was walks like this that could possibly get her mind off the fact that Jameson now no longer resided in the Crypt. Perhaps she should have gone after him. Guilt seemed to riddle the telepaths thoughts, different scenarios ran through her mind. Should it have affected her this much?
The more and more she thought about it, the more the woman became frantic inwardly the cages of her mind began to unlock - everything that she tried so hard to hold back over the span of four years was slowly rushing through the gates like an ocean.
What Mora didn’t notice - or even sense was that there was that there was a white wolf coming towards her brushing past the treeline It was a wolf with ominous red eyes - sharp talon like claws extended, it was after Mora the beasts large mouth opened, with saliva oozing from its wide jaws revealing razor sharp teeth that were soon to sink themselves into the unsuspecting vampire.
<Jacques> As he shook her shoulders, Jacques could feel Rain’s entire body tense, her form shifting at his side as she twisted, fist flying to his face with tremendous speed, her knuckles striking his jaw with a snap. He pulled his head back, just shy of the full force of her strike, her hands shoving against his chest as he lifted his hands to her wrists, grabbing her gently.
“Rain, we don’t have time. I’m sorry, but we need to go.” He took her hand, his grip tightly wrapped about hers as he helped her pull away from the wall. He smiled as she wiped at the blood on his lip, and pulled her closer. “She went to the station, yeah. I think something happened, I can’t be too sure. I only just got here when she was leaving. Someone else was leaving too, and I can’t be sure, but I think it was one of hers. I think it might have had something to do with her leaving? I don’t know. I just think we should maybe catch up and make sure she’s okay, non?”
He squeezed her hand, and followed behind her, vanishing through the portal, disappearing in the swirling mist of power just as their sire had before them. To them, the transit felt like only a second, stepping from one side of their small world to the other, from the safety and familiarity of the crypt into the bustling Honeymead Transit Station. One of the family’s hotspots, the Transits allowed them access to most anywhere in town, just a short ride on the train across town. From here, however, he couldn’t be sure exactly where it was that Mora had run to, but he had a pretty good idea.
He glanced to the small woman at his side and shook his head. “You said something about narrowing down her location, right? I don’t want to start running off in the wrong direction.” He felt his knife at his hip, his pistol resting heavy and awkward at the other.
<Rain> We don’t have the time.
Time for what?
His words echoed in her mind as she stepped off of the curb, her feet nearly getting run over by a large sedan. With a muttered oath, she jumped back a step and controlled the urge to pelt the back windshield with a spray of bullets. “Assholes,” she muttered, her voice dark with irritation. She knew she had been out of the dating game for a while, but she was more than certain being scolded wasn’t normal. He’s making me crazy, she thought with a twisted frown as she worked her fingers through her windblown hair. “It’s too cold!” Despite knowing how pathetic it might sound, she couldn’t seem to work the whine out of her voice. Her black yoga pants offered little to no protection from the cold, leaving her to quickly wrap her arms around her middle in a hope that it would offer some warmth. Once she realized that her effort was in vain, she spun to face him, her sneaker slipping on the slush that covered the side of the road. “Damnit.”
Shaking her head, she flicked her gaze towards him, the look in her eyes daring him to laugh at her while she bit into her lower lip. She couldn’t understand why their sire would have abandoned the safety of the crypt without giving a warning. As her mind raced to piece together the puzzle that the older blonde had left in her wake, she ran a hand down her face and sighed quietly. ] “I can try. I mean, I’ve barely mastered the power…” Her voice trailed off as her shoulders slumped. She had been so certain when she followed her path that she would be able to find her - but now that she was out in the middle of the busy streets, the thought of pinpointing her location was almost laughable. She needs you, majita. You can do this. Running her tongue over her lower lip, she stepped further away from Jacques and brought Mora’s face to the forefront of her mind.
Almost instantly, the dark of the forest filled her mind. It didn’t take her more than a second to decipher what it meant, and she quickly spun on her heel to face him. “The wild. She’s in the wild. We don’t have time,” she said with a pointed tone, before taking a step back. “I’m going on ahead, boo. Get there when you can.” No sooner had the words left her lips then she summoned her magic to teleport herself to the image she had seen in her mind. When the city buildings morphed into thick trees, she dusted off her jeans and pushed her thoughts into her sires mind before stepping into the waiting forest.
Don’t worry, mami, we’re here for you…
<Mora> Her moss orbs went downwards admiring a patch of wild bluehearts. She bent down, plucking a single flower from the soil and held it up to her eyeline. This was how she had met Judas, well. Cai. She had often come out here to the wilderness to pluck up the flowers to give them to him. An excuse really. She was a shy woman, and Judas had been so forward.
It was his tome.
He had returned it to her.
It collided with the floor of the crypt, clattering against the stone. She looked at it with her moss orbs, before watching her childe vanish from the Crypt. She simply blinked. Watching the area. Turning her eyes to her husband who was resting as he normally did against the alter. She canted her head to the side blonde tresses falling against the shoulder.
She couldn’t understand her feelings. She didn’t know what was going on through her head. The pacifist was conflicted. Should she go after him? Her feet didn’t move instead she did something she didn’t expect. She grabbed Judas’s jacket - threw it around her shoulders. She wore a white nightgown made of the finest silks - like she normally did around the Crypt. Anyone who lived inside the crypt knew this. It was normal attire for the telepath.
She vanished through the fadeportal to the right of the crypt - letting her body tumble through the magical force before her bare feet touched the concrete of Honeymead station. She had one stop in mind, the wilderness. Where the fae lurked deep inside it’s threshold.
<Jacques> Quietly, the muscle-bound Canadian pushed his hands through his hair. Blood coated his hands as they passed through the dirty blonde mass. Most of his night was spent hunting prey through the sewers, cutting through hunters and paladins alike before moving into the mausoleum to dissipate the rotten smell of the sewer before washing up and heading home.
Tonight, a thief set on him as he made his way outside, into the alley. They had taken his wallet, and he had taken their life. It wasn’t unusual these nights, wanton murder. It felt strange sometimes. He pulled the sunglasses from his face, the deeply tinted aviators hiding most of his facial features until they fell free from the hard lines of his face. As he tucked the frames neatly into the neckline of his polo, he tore a corner from the blood bag he had purchased from the shop. The long night had given his hunger an edge, sharp and painful.
He was grateful that his sires had been so thoughtful, to keep a shop supplied in the Crypt. He took a small sip from the bag, letting it wash over his tongue, tasting it, testing it before he upended the bag, draining it. Satisfied, he sighed, and pulled the empty bag from his lips, just in time to see one of Mora’s other creations leave the crypt, vanishing in an instant. He ran his tongue over his lips and grimaced. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. Most times, the rest of the family stayed right here. They rarely left.
He set the bag aside, leaving it on the counter of the shop as he lifted his knife and pushed it into his belt. He saw Rain in her usual place, resting easily against one of the walls in the crypt. He moved to her side, putting his arm around her shoulders to gently shake her awake. “Hey.” He said softly, watching as Mora padded across the crypt to take Judas’s jacket and wrap it around herself. “Hey…” he said more insistently, giving her another shake. “Rain, wake up. I think we might need to talk to…”
She vanished, a whirl of power emanating from the portal as it sucked her in. He sighed. “Her. Look. Mora’s just left, and I think something’s happened. Maybe we should go after her.” He lifted his hand to the portal that she had just passed through. “That one.”
<Rain>
August 8, five years ago
“Get up, *****. The **** you think this is, a five star resort?”
Brushing sleep from her eyes, she twisted on the bed with a wince. She could feel the decaying metal protruding through the thin mat, the sharp edge having embedded in her side sometime turning the night. “**** you,” she snapped, irritation in her sleep laden voice. If she had been more coherent, she would have perhaps thought twice about mouthing off to Big Bertha, but with the cobwebs of a horrible night's sleep clinging to her mind, she threw consequence to the wind. The silence of her cell filled suddenly with a loud creak as the heavy guard through open the door, the wrought iron bars slamming to the far wall with a crash. The sound resounded in her head, but before she had a chance to cover her ears, she was thrown to the floor, her chest hitting the dusty cement. The scent of stale urine filled her nostrils as the guard slammed her knee into her back, her entire weight focused on the middle of her spine.
“The **** was that, *****? You think you’re some tough ****, don’t you? I could ******* kill you right here, whore.”
With the weight of a small elephant pinning her down, she could do nothing but wheeze out a response. There was no words in her defense, and she swore she could feel her lungs threatening to burst. She needed air. The sleep finally faded from her mind as the need to survive kicked in, and with a burst of adrenaline, she slammed her head back, her skull connecting with the guards face. Blood sprayed the walls as the overweight woman fell over, and she breathed in a large gulp of air as she clawed her way to the opposite side of the cell. “Go on a diet, fatass,” she sneered, her blue eyes lifeless as she watched her struggle to stand. Sirens filled the prison, and she heard sheets being thrown back as the inmates rushed to stand for inspection.
They were coming for her - and she didn’t give a ****.
With the remnants of the memory still clinging to her subconscious, her first reaction was to attack. You bitches never learn, she thought groggily as she lashed out, her knuckles connecting with the sharp jaw of her attacker. The second that she felt the warmth of their blood on her skin, she pushed her free hand against their chest - and came to a stop. Instead of filling the soft flesh of one of the female guards, her palm rested against the toned muscles of a man. Instantly awake, she shoved her hand through her hair and pushed from the wall, her eyes narrowing on her boyfriend as the adrenaline ebbed from her system. “****, babe. You know better than that,” she accused as she used the pad of her thumb to wipe the blood from his lip.
Following the direction he was pointing with her tired eyes, she frowned when she counted the fadeportals. “The station. She could be anywhere. What happened?” Even as she spoke, she was already throwing her hoodie on and grabbing her gun. The Uzi seemed so out of place in the hands of the slender blonde, but she didn’t think twice about hooking it over her shoulder as she headed for the portal. “I can probably narrow down her location if she gets too far out of sight, so don’t freak.” Without another word, she entwined their fingers and pulled him through the portal.
<Mora> He had left.
The vampire tucked tresses of blonde behind her ears as she let her bare feet crunch against the blades of grass. She had headed north from the station. She avoided the glances of human and vampire onlookers alike, she simply didn't’ care. There was many people in the crypt. All resting, her family. Daradasi and Reid alike - Mora just wanted to be alone to gather her thoughts to centre herself almost, which was hard to do in a Crypt full of busy bodies. It seemed a lot busier lately thanks to her lovely two additions.
Kayle and Caia. It had been so long since she had fledglings asking her questions - someone to train, it was refreshing. The woman paused, veering off to the left as she entered the wilderness with caution. She knew what resided in the depths of this place. What seemed to hunt vampires with such malice. Mora had no weapons on her. She was unarmed besides her own powers that vibrated and hummed around her. Stretching and caressing her with such power. Mora relied on them to protect her, and after all with what was going on in the woman’s mind. Did she want to protect herself?
Her skin was littered in an array of relics that she liked to keep on her person at all times. Her wedding ring, was her prized possession. She never took it off not even when she bathed. Her armlet of buffering was firmly clasped around her wrist. This relic never let her go hungry. Since she started wearing it - she never felt the hunger. She had only started wearing it after Kaylee’s siring. She never wanted to put herself into that situation again. She kept her titan’s bracelet on her at all times, as well as her alligator tooth that dangled from her neck. Various relics granted her mystical abilities.
Forest green orbs was scanning the area for any plants she could get her hands on. It was walks like this that could possibly get her mind off the fact that Jameson now no longer resided in the Crypt. Perhaps she should have gone after him. Guilt seemed to riddle the telepaths thoughts, different scenarios ran through her mind. Should it have affected her this much?
The more and more she thought about it, the more the woman became frantic inwardly the cages of her mind began to unlock - everything that she tried so hard to hold back over the span of four years was slowly rushing through the gates like an ocean.
What Mora didn’t notice - or even sense was that there was that there was a white wolf coming towards her brushing past the treeline It was a wolf with ominous red eyes - sharp talon like claws extended, it was after Mora the beasts large mouth opened, with saliva oozing from its wide jaws revealing razor sharp teeth that were soon to sink themselves into the unsuspecting vampire.
<Jacques> As he shook her shoulders, Jacques could feel Rain’s entire body tense, her form shifting at his side as she twisted, fist flying to his face with tremendous speed, her knuckles striking his jaw with a snap. He pulled his head back, just shy of the full force of her strike, her hands shoving against his chest as he lifted his hands to her wrists, grabbing her gently.
“Rain, we don’t have time. I’m sorry, but we need to go.” He took her hand, his grip tightly wrapped about hers as he helped her pull away from the wall. He smiled as she wiped at the blood on his lip, and pulled her closer. “She went to the station, yeah. I think something happened, I can’t be too sure. I only just got here when she was leaving. Someone else was leaving too, and I can’t be sure, but I think it was one of hers. I think it might have had something to do with her leaving? I don’t know. I just think we should maybe catch up and make sure she’s okay, non?”
He squeezed her hand, and followed behind her, vanishing through the portal, disappearing in the swirling mist of power just as their sire had before them. To them, the transit felt like only a second, stepping from one side of their small world to the other, from the safety and familiarity of the crypt into the bustling Honeymead Transit Station. One of the family’s hotspots, the Transits allowed them access to most anywhere in town, just a short ride on the train across town. From here, however, he couldn’t be sure exactly where it was that Mora had run to, but he had a pretty good idea.
He glanced to the small woman at his side and shook his head. “You said something about narrowing down her location, right? I don’t want to start running off in the wrong direction.” He felt his knife at his hip, his pistol resting heavy and awkward at the other.
<Rain> We don’t have the time.
Time for what?
His words echoed in her mind as she stepped off of the curb, her feet nearly getting run over by a large sedan. With a muttered oath, she jumped back a step and controlled the urge to pelt the back windshield with a spray of bullets. “Assholes,” she muttered, her voice dark with irritation. She knew she had been out of the dating game for a while, but she was more than certain being scolded wasn’t normal. He’s making me crazy, she thought with a twisted frown as she worked her fingers through her windblown hair. “It’s too cold!” Despite knowing how pathetic it might sound, she couldn’t seem to work the whine out of her voice. Her black yoga pants offered little to no protection from the cold, leaving her to quickly wrap her arms around her middle in a hope that it would offer some warmth. Once she realized that her effort was in vain, she spun to face him, her sneaker slipping on the slush that covered the side of the road. “Damnit.”
Shaking her head, she flicked her gaze towards him, the look in her eyes daring him to laugh at her while she bit into her lower lip. She couldn’t understand why their sire would have abandoned the safety of the crypt without giving a warning. As her mind raced to piece together the puzzle that the older blonde had left in her wake, she ran a hand down her face and sighed quietly. ] “I can try. I mean, I’ve barely mastered the power…” Her voice trailed off as her shoulders slumped. She had been so certain when she followed her path that she would be able to find her - but now that she was out in the middle of the busy streets, the thought of pinpointing her location was almost laughable. She needs you, majita. You can do this. Running her tongue over her lower lip, she stepped further away from Jacques and brought Mora’s face to the forefront of her mind.
Almost instantly, the dark of the forest filled her mind. It didn’t take her more than a second to decipher what it meant, and she quickly spun on her heel to face him. “The wild. She’s in the wild. We don’t have time,” she said with a pointed tone, before taking a step back. “I’m going on ahead, boo. Get there when you can.” No sooner had the words left her lips then she summoned her magic to teleport herself to the image she had seen in her mind. When the city buildings morphed into thick trees, she dusted off her jeans and pushed her thoughts into her sires mind before stepping into the waiting forest.
Don’t worry, mami, we’re here for you…
<Mora> Her moss orbs went downwards admiring a patch of wild bluehearts. She bent down, plucking a single flower from the soil and held it up to her eyeline. This was how she had met Judas, well. Cai. She had often come out here to the wilderness to pluck up the flowers to give them to him. An excuse really. She was a shy woman, and Judas had been so forward.